After the weekend sexcapade, the rest of that week was fairly uneventful. I thought,
Maybe she's gotten it out of her system
. Which, ultimately, I was okay with. Don't get me wrong, the sex was great! But, in the end, she was my mother. I was willing to write it off as a great, incestuous weekend that my mom was rebelling against my dad and his possible indiscretions, and that was it. Or so I thought.
Unbeknownst to me, on more than one occasion she snuck into my room during the night played my skin flute while I slept, dreaming it was my wife me. Dad and I were completely unaware every day she was slipping into the bathroom to practice her deep throat skills - which she was getting closer to accomplishing - and then masturbating to an explosive anal-assisted orgasm. She had even taken to watching videos how the pros managed to swallow their meat whole.
Friday I came home from work and there was a small package on the front porch wrapped in plain brown kraft paper addressed to Mom.
"Hey, Mom, this was out on the porch," I said as I handed it to her.
"Oh! Yay! I mean, (ahem) good."
"Jesus! Did you order more shit you don't need?" Dad bellowed from the other room.
"Oh, you hush," Mom said playfully.
"What'd you get now?" I asked sarcastically. She was always ordering shit off of Amazon.
"Oh, uh, nothing. Just something for the bathroom." To which she raced off to the back of the house and into the bathroom.
She tore the wrapping paper off to reveal a shiny box with a replica printed on its cover of what was hidden inside. Across the top in bold letters was "Black Mamba". She pried open the box and stared at her new interest - a black, veiny, life-like 8" dildo. She pulled it out of its molding and held it up.
It's smaller than Mark's, but it should do the trick.
She threw the packaging on the floor, ran the phallus under hot water, then sat back down on the seat of the toilet. She gave it a one last long gaze before she slipped it between her lips.
*****
Saturday morning I strolled into the kitchen to find Mom making breakfast. She sat with Dad and I over eggs and bacon while we discussed our plans.
"So, what you doing this weekend, Mark? Anything constructive?" Dad asked gruffly.
"Mmmmm, I don't know about constructive. I haven't seen Steve in a while. He's gonna come over tomorrow so we can catch up. I dunno. We'll probably play a couple of video games."
"Oh! Steve's coming over? Gosh, we haven't seen him in a couple of years." Mom said cheerily.
I wonder if he's still as handsome as he was last time I saw him.
"Jesus. 25 years old and still playing video games," Dad grumbled.
"Oh, Bob, hush. It's what they do these days."
"Yeah. It'll be fun to play in the same room instead of online."
"So, um, what's Steve doing these days? Is he, um, married or anything?"
"Nope, living the single life. Working in the I/T department down at Peterson making boo coo bucks."
"It'll be nice to see him," Mom said cheerily.
*****
That afternoon, I answered the door. Steve and I smiled and did bro hugs.
"Hey, man! How ya doin'?" I asked.
"Good! Not living at Mommy and Daddy's house, I can tell you that. Ha!"
"Fuck you, man."
"Steve! How lovely to see you!" Mom sung when she appeared behind us. She practically pushed me aside and held out her arms.
"It's good to see you, too, Mrs. A," Steve said as the two hugged.
Mom stepped back. "My my! Aren't you handsome?!"
"Ha! And you're just as beautiful as ever."
She waved a dismissive hand. "Oh, stop it." There was an awkward silence, then she said, "Well, I'll let you boys get to your games or whatever. Can I get you something to drink?"
A few minutes later, Mom came in with our refreshments. Steve got a clean shot down her cleavage of the little halter top she was wearing when she bent to serve his drink. She got a clean shot of the bulge in his shorts.
She couldn't help but notice his gaze down her shirt. My words came back to her.
You have great tits, Mom. All my friends think so.
Her face flushed. Her body temperature rose.
Is he...is he looking at me like...like...that?!
"Well, uh, if you boys need anything else, just let me know, okay?"
"Thanks, Mom."
"Thanks, Mrs. A!" While Dad watched football in the other room and Mom cleaned house, Steve and I began killing rebels. "Dude, your mom still has a rockin' rack! Fuck she's hot!"
"Yeah, yeah. Concentrate on the game, dude. You missed him!"
"Have you nailed that yet?"
"Nailed what?"
"Your mom, dumbass!"
"My mom?!"
Yes!
"What the fuck is wrong with you, dude?"
"I know I would have if that was my mom."
"Dude, you're twisted. And full of shit. Fuck! I'm hit! Shoot that motherfucker!"
"You're just a pussy."
"And you're one sick puppy."
An hour or so later, Mom poked her head around the corner. "Can I get you boys anything?"
"No thanks, Mom, we're good."
"She can get me hard," Steve mumbled under his breath.
"Okay. Well, I'm going to go take a shower."
"Um...okay?" I wasn't sure why she was announcing it.
"I'll be in the spare bathroom, your bathroom. Our shower is still acting up again."
"Jesus. Dad hasn't looked at that yet?"
"Well, he's been busy."
Yeah. Busy bangin' his secretary.
"I'll take a look at it later."
"Oh, that'd be wonderful! Okay, well, I'm all sweaty and gross. I'm gonna go take that shower." She turned and left.
Steve leaned into me. "I'd like to make her all sweaty and gross."
I shook my head. "Jesus, dude."
"My cock needs a shower," Steve chuckled.
"Will you shut the fuck up already?! Jesus!"
It wasn't long before Steve lost his last life. "Goddammit."
"Well, if you'd concentrate on the game and not my mom's tits."
"She does have some awesome tits."
"You're twisted."
"Fuck it. I'm gonna go take a squirt." He smacked me in the head and laughed as he walked past me.
We lived in an older house. Meaning it had settled. Meaning there were creaks and squeaks. Meaning things didn't line up like they used to. The door to the spare bathroom was no different. Mom thought she had closed the door, but it didn't latch. By the time she was in the shower it had worked itself open several inches.
When Steve came down the hall he instinctively turned and walked into the open bathroom door. He was a step in before he realized the shower was running. Then he caught a glimpse of Mom in the shower.
He jumped backwards, bringing the door with him. "Oh! Fuck!" he grunted.
Mom thought she heard something over the splash of the water. She turned to see the door moving.
Didn't I close that door?
Steve started to close the door, then paused.
Hold on a second! What're you doing, dumbass?!
He cracked the door open wide enough to get a good view of Mom in the mirror.
Fuck, she's fine! Definitely a MILF!
He looked down the hallway, then turned his attention back to the mirror.
Mom caught a glimpse of Steve in the mirror. She gasped, covered herself, and spun towards the wall. Then she thought about it for a second.
He was looking at me like that! He IS looking at me like that!
Her body turned hotter than the water. Her lips curled at the corners.
Maybe I'll put on a little show for him.
She turned back to the shower, giving Steve a nice profile of her luscious curves.
Fuck me!
Steve thought to himself. He grabbed his growing rod through his shorts and began to squeeze it.
Mom watched his reflection out the corner of her eye
. (GASP!) Is he...?! Oh my God, he is!
Her knees went weak for a second. Her face got an evil look. She got a handful of body wash, turned to the mirror, and began to lather herself up.
"Oh fuuuuuuuck," Steve moaned. His hand went inside his shorts.
Oh man! The guys won't believe this!
He reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, held it up, and began to record.
She could see in the mirror what he was doing.
(gasp!) Is he...is he taking pictures?!
Her body was white hot.
Why does this whole situation turn me on like this?!
Her cunt was pounding as hard as her heart. She turned to the shower. One hand went on the wall, the other between her legs. The water crashed onto the back of her head and down her back and shoulders. She squeaked at her first touch.
Steve's eyes opened wide.
Holy crap! Is she...oh fuck, she is!
His hand began to move faster.
She glanced at him out the corner of her eye, trying not to be obvious. She leaned into the wall harder. She slapped her knob faster. Her jaw clenched. Her back bowed. Her forehead touched the cold tile of the shower wall. Her body tensed. Her knees trembled. Her jaw clenched. She did everything she could to subdue the howl inside her body as a roaring orgasm rolled through it. She yiped and squeaked while the image of this hard young man fucking her every hole raced through her brain.
When the rumble finally subsided, she took a deep breath and straightened up.
Now, what do I do about Steve?
She knew exactly what she wanted.
Steve froze when she turned her head and stared at his reflection in the mirror with a wicked grin.
Fuck! Busted!
His eyebrows raised when she curled her finger inviting him to come in.
Fuck! She's gonna kick my ass!
He hesitantly walked through the door into the bathroom as she opened the shower door and exited.
"Close the door," she whispered sexily.
Steve looked at the ground. "I...I'm sorry, Mrs. A." It didn't dawn on him she was making zero effort to put a stitch of clothing on.
"Do you always spy on your friend's mothers when they're in the shower?"
"No, ma'am. It's just, you know, the door was open..."
"And you just had to stop."
"Well, yeah, kinda."
"Did I see you taking pictures?"
"Huh?" He looked down at the phone in his hand. "Oh! Well, uh, it was actually video, but, yeah..."
